“Yes,” I whisper, hands in his hair, all but clutching him to me.
He grips the material with his teeth, gives a quick tug and suddenly my breasts are free.
“Fuck,” he growls.
I clutch at the blankets. “Wh-what?”
“I like these”—he cups my flesh again—“too fucking much.”
“How much?” I manage to ask.
His smile is wicked and then he’s bending, taking one hard bud of my nipple into his mouth and?—
“Oh my God!”
“You like that,” he says against my skin.
“Don’t stop!” I demand, fingers tightening, hips bucking.
He settles more firmly against me, parting my legs, the hard ridge of his erection pressing against the most sensitive parts of me…
But he doesn’t stop.
And, oh, how it’s good.
I grind against him, my body moving instinctually, seeking, searching, needing.
And, oh, how he gives me exactly what I need.
Lips that work at my flesh, fingers that stroke, pleasure that grows and grows and grows until…
“Colt!” I cry out as I shatter into a thousand, a million pieces, that pleasure exploding in me, taking over every cell, every nerve, every breath, and I’m flying, soaring, completely free of any sensation except for how incredible it feels.
There’s no fear, no talons from the past.
Just…goodness.
It takes a long time to come down, to float back into my own body, but it’s not until he gently pulls on my tank top, covering me, that I manage to peel open my eyes.
He’s moved to my side and is watching me, slowly tracing patterns on the outside of my arm. “Okay?” he murmurs.
I blink. “O-okay?”
A thread of worry slides across his eyes and I snap out of my haze enough to roll so we’re face-to-face, so I can settle my hand on his chest and feel the rapid tattoo of his heart.
“That was incredible.” I shift closer. “Thank you.”
Relief chases the worry out and his mouth hitches up. “Incredible. I’ll take that.”
“Cocky,” I tease. “And speaking of…” I reach down between us, wrap my fingers around the hard length of him.
He pushes into my hand, groaning, the silky strands of his hair brushing over my skin.
“It’s your turn?—”
He brushes my hand away. “No, baby.”
“But you didn’t?—”
